Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, see pretty self-explanatory.
Cyberwing: YAY~! I updated ;p. hehe
I just want to say that this will be a much calmer chapter. There won't be a lot of swearing so don't worry.
In my Dreams-Ch6
I looked at the road in front of me. Cars were moving from left and right. I waited till the pedestrian light turned from red to white before I made my way across the road. I stood in front of the building, watching as people moved in and out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Storming his office was only a thought.
I would never be able to do something as crazy like that. I was never one of those people who live their life according to their wishes. In some ways I was jealous of these people, those who are brave enough to declare what they wanted and are not afraid to take the first step, never caring what others say to them. I, like most other people, was tied down by society. After all, I live within society, how could I not care as to what society think about me? Therefore, humiliating myself in front of others did not appeal to me.
I pushed open the glass door in front of me. Inside, on my right, there was a hallway which led to six elevators. There was a counter at the middle of the lobby. A professionally looking woman, in her mid-thirties, sat behind the counter. There were plants placed along side with the glass, giving it a homier look. People were giving me weird glances as they went past me to leave. I took a look at them; all of them were wearing a business suit and were at least in their mid-twenties also. I looked at myself, wearing a white t-shirt saying "kiss my ass" at the front and a pair of jeans. I could only guess that there were dark circles around my eyes as I have not slept ever since yesterday. I had my hair up in a ponytail, but a few strands of hair were hanging out. My heels were making clicking sounds that were a bit too loud on the marble floor. I tightened my grip on my LV bag.
I sighed. I would never be able to see that bastard now can I? The securities would probably throw me out of here before I could even say anything.
I was still wondering whether I should talk to the receptionist first or not when something slammed hard onto me from behind. Out of instinct, I turned around. No one was behind me so I looked down.
I saw a kid with long black hair. He had the worst hairdo in the world. Who was he, a hippie? If I were him, I would've fired his haircutter or slammed myself against the wall because I'll never live off the embarrassment. The kid was about half my height. He could only reach waist. Lucky for him, if he was any shorter, he would've really 'kiss my ass'.
"You OK?" I asked. Sometimes, I wonder if there was something wrong with me. I could be the nicest person in the world in one minute and could be the bitch from hell the next. I think I was having mood swings. God, I didn't even hit my forties yet, it was too early for menopause now was it? Of course! Therefore, my weird emotional problem could only be cause by one thing, "psycho". Notice that I am not longer capitalizing his name. Since I was not as angry as before, I've downgraded him back to 'psycho'. After all, this name fitted him better.
The kid looked up to me as he widened his eyes. His jaw came loose as he looked at me with his mouth in the same of an "O". He took a few steps behind me, "You-- you--"he stammered.
I raised my eyebrow. Did I really look that bad? I left hand through my hair and placed my hand on my hip.
"You--you came back to see me didn't you? I was so worried! I thought you were dead when you didn't contact me for the last few years. Does my brother know you are here?" In the next moment, I watched as his expression changed from shock to excitement, like he had just found his favourite lost toy. What the hell did he meant by dead? Why would I come back to see this kid who couldn't even take care of his hair? Alright, maybe I shouldn't be so mean to him. After all, he was only a kid. Maybe the lack of sleep was getting onto me. I was usually not like this-at least that was what I believe.
I opened my mouth and was about to speak when I saw a few grown muscular men ran into the lobby, breathing hard. Their glance focused on the kid and made their way through, "Mr. Mokuba-"
I took another look at the kid. Mokuba? That name sound extremely familiar. I shrugged; it wasn't as if it had anything to do with me. I needed to find Seto, but it felt wrong to leave a kid there with a bunch of macho men.
That kid, called Mokuba, waved his hand impatiently in front of the men. "I came back alright didn't I? I can take good care of myself. I don't need you to come all the way to school just to pick me up. You should focus on Seto instead. He was the one in danger not me."
I was about to walk off when I heard that these men were Mokuba's bodyguard when the kid grabbed my right arm. I stood there, looking around as more people were casting their glances on me and the kid. I did a mental groan. What did I do to deserve this God? Now was a good time to zap me with a thunder blot.
He smiled as he wrapped his other hand around my arm, "my brother will be so happy. You can't believe-"he paused as he didn't see any the expression he wanted from me. I knew what he wanted to see, but I couldn't become someone he wanted. I am not the person he or his brother missed. This was a mistake. A big mistake. I was only here to sort things out with 'psycho'. I had no memory of that man or this kid.
He must've sensed my distant attitude for he gave me a worried glance. However, he shook his head, as if by shaking he could get rid of his uneasiness. He pulled me gently to the right, toward the elevator. I let him pull me to god-knows-where. After all, I did want to see 'psycho'. Mokuba pulled me into an elevator as he slipped a card into the dashboard. Without pressing anymore button, the elevator door closed silently with a 'ding' as it ascended.
There was tension in the air, no doubt about it. Neither of us knew what to say anymore. I was looking at the ground as he looked at the panel which indicates the floor we were on.
The silence was killing me.
"You missed her don't you?" I asked softly.
Mokuba jerked his head in my direction, "what do you mean her?" He looked confused. "Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?"
I gave a small smile, I shouldn't laugh at this. If I didn't make it clear for him, it would be crueller to do so afterward. I bent forward, putting down my LV bad during the process. I kneeled before him so we were looking at each other at the same level. "The truth is, I don't even know you."
"What are you talking about-"He said as he grabbed me by my shoulders. "You couldn't have just forgotten about us! If you did, then what are you doing here? Do you remember-"
I placed my left hand on his shoulder. "I am sorry. You've mistaken, I am not her. I would've never forgotten something like this. Mokuba is your name right?" I paused, only to continue after he nodded. "I like you a lot. However, you've got the wrong person. My name is Elle and-"
"The person I know is Elle!" He interrupted harshly, avoiding my glance. "This is not funny. Stop it."
Now I was really felt like I was the bitch from hell. However, if I didn't make this clear, I would never hear the end of this when this kid sees 'psycho'. I have to clear things up. I swallowed, "I am only here to find Mr. Seto Kaiba-"
"You remembered Seto but you've forgotten about me?" Mokuba looked at me; tears were gathering in his eyes. My god, don't tell me he was going to cry.
"No, no" I shook my head. "I-"
He dropped his hand on his side as he took a step back. "It no longer matters." He turned around as he sniffed.
What have I done? I wished that I was the girl who Mokuba was mentioning. However, I wasn't, it would've been easier if I told him that I was. However, I couldn't do it. I couldn't stand lying to him. It was something I could never bring myself to do, lying to a kid and pretending to be someone who I was not.
I didn't know what to do. I felt as if someone squeezed the air out of my stomach. I've never spend much time with kids. Although I used to live with my stepparents' house along with other kids who were around my age; we spent most of our time arguing over little things and competing for attention. I've never really like them much and I was sure that they felt the same way about me.
That was one of the main reasons why I moved out as soon as I could. I didn't feel love within the house. Sure, my stepparents were nice to me and everything, but I just didn't feel the love I wanted. I felt so empty, as if it could gobble me up whole. I left to give myself a chance, a chance to get myself out of my misery. I had been doing alright ever since. Life was hard, I had a difficult time supporting myself, but it was all worth it.
I ran my hand through my hair, and before I knew it, I wrapped my arms around Mokuba and put my forehead on his back. I felt him tensed. I said softly, "I know you are feeling angry as if you were betrayed, but I must tell you. The truth may hurt Mokuba but that is just how life goes. With every pain you feel today, it will be your foundation in becoming a stronger person for tomorrow. The truth is, Mokuba, I do know you and Seto Kaiba, but not because I talked to you in person but because I've seen you two on television. If I've known you guys, I would've known.
"I've only meet your brother in person yesterday. Ever since then, he had been telling me strange things that I couldn't comprehend. That is partly the reason for me being here. I need to know. There are many questions going around my head and I need answers Mokuba."
I slowly grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He didn't look at me; instead, he focused on the ground. Even so, I continued, "Maybe it is through my stepparents that you've seen me when I was still a child, but I just couldn't recall you. It has always been like this. I couldn't remember anything that happened before I was around ten years old. All I know is that I've lived in Canada all my life. I've only come here as only an exchange student. I am sorry if I hurt you, but it would be crueller for me to lie to you and pretend that I am her. I feel that it is necessary for you to know that I am not the person whom you think I am. I am sorry, I really am. I couldn't be her, but if you needed any help, I will help you no matter what, as long as it is within my power."
Mokuba looked at the ground, before he said softly, "she told me the exact same thing before she left." Then he looked up, meeting my eyes, "But now, she had forgotten about me."
We looked at each other for a moment, the elevator stopped with a soft 'ding' as the door glided open. I got back up onto my feet, picking up my LV bag, "If you feel that-"
Mokuba shook his head, "Come on, I'll take you to my brother. We better sort out this mess or else I am going to go crazy." Then, without looking back, he walked off.
I sighed as I watched him go, such loneliness and maturity. I didn't know what happened to him that allowed him to be like an adult but I saw a fighter within him. He might be hurt temporary, but he'll get back on his feet soon. I didn't have to worry about him; at least I didn't want to. We'll probably never see each other again after this.
I caught up with him as he grabbed my hand with his left, pulling me so I walked along side with him toward Seto's office. I gave a small smile. I might not be the one he wanted me to be, but I can be someone who he can depend and lean on for now. Maybe I should have a little chat about him with his brother too. Since we are going to be screaming at each other's throat anyway, why not have one more subject we can yell at each other for?
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Well, Elle seems to be no longer pms-ing, but how long will that last? What's going to happen when Seto and her meet? Read the next chapter to find out. However, please review so that I'll know what you think of this story. Once again, thanks for reading!.
Cyberwing: YAY~! I updated ;p. hehe
I just want to say that this will be a much calmer chapter. There won't be a lot of swearing so don't worry.
In my Dreams-Ch6
I looked at the road in front of me. Cars were moving from left and right. I waited till the pedestrian light turned from red to white before I made my way across the road. I stood in front of the building, watching as people moved in and out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Storming his office was only a thought.
I would never be able to do something as crazy like that. I was never one of those people who live their life according to their wishes. In some ways I was jealous of these people, those who are brave enough to declare what they wanted and are not afraid to take the first step, never caring what others say to them. I, like most other people, was tied down by society. After all, I live within society, how could I not care as to what society think about me? Therefore, humiliating myself in front of others did not appeal to me.
I pushed open the glass door in front of me. Inside, on my right, there was a hallway which led to six elevators. There was a counter at the middle of the lobby. A professionally looking woman, in her mid-thirties, sat behind the counter. There were plants placed along side with the glass, giving it a homier look. People were giving me weird glances as they went past me to leave. I took a look at them; all of them were wearing a business suit and were at least in their mid-twenties also. I looked at myself, wearing a white t-shirt saying "kiss my ass" at the front and a pair of jeans. I could only guess that there were dark circles around my eyes as I have not slept ever since yesterday. I had my hair up in a ponytail, but a few strands of hair were hanging out. My heels were making clicking sounds that were a bit too loud on the marble floor. I tightened my grip on my LV bag.
I sighed. I would never be able to see that bastard now can I? The securities would probably throw me out of here before I could even say anything.
I was still wondering whether I should talk to the receptionist first or not when something slammed hard onto me from behind. Out of instinct, I turned around. No one was behind me so I looked down.
I saw a kid with long black hair. He had the worst hairdo in the world. Who was he, a hippie? If I were him, I would've fired his haircutter or slammed myself against the wall because I'll never live off the embarrassment. The kid was about half my height. He could only reach waist. Lucky for him, if he was any shorter, he would've really 'kiss my ass'.
"You OK?" I asked. Sometimes, I wonder if there was something wrong with me. I could be the nicest person in the world in one minute and could be the bitch from hell the next. I think I was having mood swings. God, I didn't even hit my forties yet, it was too early for menopause now was it? Of course! Therefore, my weird emotional problem could only be cause by one thing, "psycho". Notice that I am not longer capitalizing his name. Since I was not as angry as before, I've downgraded him back to 'psycho'. After all, this name fitted him better.
The kid looked up to me as he widened his eyes. His jaw came loose as he looked at me with his mouth in the same of an "O". He took a few steps behind me, "You-- you--"he stammered.
I raised my eyebrow. Did I really look that bad? I left hand through my hair and placed my hand on my hip.
"You--you came back to see me didn't you? I was so worried! I thought you were dead when you didn't contact me for the last few years. Does my brother know you are here?" In the next moment, I watched as his expression changed from shock to excitement, like he had just found his favourite lost toy. What the hell did he meant by dead? Why would I come back to see this kid who couldn't even take care of his hair? Alright, maybe I shouldn't be so mean to him. After all, he was only a kid. Maybe the lack of sleep was getting onto me. I was usually not like this-at least that was what I believe.
I opened my mouth and was about to speak when I saw a few grown muscular men ran into the lobby, breathing hard. Their glance focused on the kid and made their way through, "Mr. Mokuba-"
I took another look at the kid. Mokuba? That name sound extremely familiar. I shrugged; it wasn't as if it had anything to do with me. I needed to find Seto, but it felt wrong to leave a kid there with a bunch of macho men.
That kid, called Mokuba, waved his hand impatiently in front of the men. "I came back alright didn't I? I can take good care of myself. I don't need you to come all the way to school just to pick me up. You should focus on Seto instead. He was the one in danger not me."
I was about to walk off when I heard that these men were Mokuba's bodyguard when the kid grabbed my right arm. I stood there, looking around as more people were casting their glances on me and the kid. I did a mental groan. What did I do to deserve this God? Now was a good time to zap me with a thunder blot.
He smiled as he wrapped his other hand around my arm, "my brother will be so happy. You can't believe-"he paused as he didn't see any the expression he wanted from me. I knew what he wanted to see, but I couldn't become someone he wanted. I am not the person he or his brother missed. This was a mistake. A big mistake. I was only here to sort things out with 'psycho'. I had no memory of that man or this kid.
He must've sensed my distant attitude for he gave me a worried glance. However, he shook his head, as if by shaking he could get rid of his uneasiness. He pulled me gently to the right, toward the elevator. I let him pull me to god-knows-where. After all, I did want to see 'psycho'. Mokuba pulled me into an elevator as he slipped a card into the dashboard. Without pressing anymore button, the elevator door closed silently with a 'ding' as it ascended.
There was tension in the air, no doubt about it. Neither of us knew what to say anymore. I was looking at the ground as he looked at the panel which indicates the floor we were on.
The silence was killing me.
"You missed her don't you?" I asked softly.
Mokuba jerked his head in my direction, "what do you mean her?" He looked confused. "Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?"
I gave a small smile, I shouldn't laugh at this. If I didn't make it clear for him, it would be crueller to do so afterward. I bent forward, putting down my LV bad during the process. I kneeled before him so we were looking at each other at the same level. "The truth is, I don't even know you."
"What are you talking about-"He said as he grabbed me by my shoulders. "You couldn't have just forgotten about us! If you did, then what are you doing here? Do you remember-"
I placed my left hand on his shoulder. "I am sorry. You've mistaken, I am not her. I would've never forgotten something like this. Mokuba is your name right?" I paused, only to continue after he nodded. "I like you a lot. However, you've got the wrong person. My name is Elle and-"
"The person I know is Elle!" He interrupted harshly, avoiding my glance. "This is not funny. Stop it."
Now I was really felt like I was the bitch from hell. However, if I didn't make this clear, I would never hear the end of this when this kid sees 'psycho'. I have to clear things up. I swallowed, "I am only here to find Mr. Seto Kaiba-"
"You remembered Seto but you've forgotten about me?" Mokuba looked at me; tears were gathering in his eyes. My god, don't tell me he was going to cry.
"No, no" I shook my head. "I-"
He dropped his hand on his side as he took a step back. "It no longer matters." He turned around as he sniffed.
What have I done? I wished that I was the girl who Mokuba was mentioning. However, I wasn't, it would've been easier if I told him that I was. However, I couldn't do it. I couldn't stand lying to him. It was something I could never bring myself to do, lying to a kid and pretending to be someone who I was not.
I didn't know what to do. I felt as if someone squeezed the air out of my stomach. I've never spend much time with kids. Although I used to live with my stepparents' house along with other kids who were around my age; we spent most of our time arguing over little things and competing for attention. I've never really like them much and I was sure that they felt the same way about me.
That was one of the main reasons why I moved out as soon as I could. I didn't feel love within the house. Sure, my stepparents were nice to me and everything, but I just didn't feel the love I wanted. I felt so empty, as if it could gobble me up whole. I left to give myself a chance, a chance to get myself out of my misery. I had been doing alright ever since. Life was hard, I had a difficult time supporting myself, but it was all worth it.
I ran my hand through my hair, and before I knew it, I wrapped my arms around Mokuba and put my forehead on his back. I felt him tensed. I said softly, "I know you are feeling angry as if you were betrayed, but I must tell you. The truth may hurt Mokuba but that is just how life goes. With every pain you feel today, it will be your foundation in becoming a stronger person for tomorrow. The truth is, Mokuba, I do know you and Seto Kaiba, but not because I talked to you in person but because I've seen you two on television. If I've known you guys, I would've known.
"I've only meet your brother in person yesterday. Ever since then, he had been telling me strange things that I couldn't comprehend. That is partly the reason for me being here. I need to know. There are many questions going around my head and I need answers Mokuba."
I slowly grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He didn't look at me; instead, he focused on the ground. Even so, I continued, "Maybe it is through my stepparents that you've seen me when I was still a child, but I just couldn't recall you. It has always been like this. I couldn't remember anything that happened before I was around ten years old. All I know is that I've lived in Canada all my life. I've only come here as only an exchange student. I am sorry if I hurt you, but it would be crueller for me to lie to you and pretend that I am her. I feel that it is necessary for you to know that I am not the person whom you think I am. I am sorry, I really am. I couldn't be her, but if you needed any help, I will help you no matter what, as long as it is within my power."
Mokuba looked at the ground, before he said softly, "she told me the exact same thing before she left." Then he looked up, meeting my eyes, "But now, she had forgotten about me."
We looked at each other for a moment, the elevator stopped with a soft 'ding' as the door glided open. I got back up onto my feet, picking up my LV bag, "If you feel that-"
Mokuba shook his head, "Come on, I'll take you to my brother. We better sort out this mess or else I am going to go crazy." Then, without looking back, he walked off.
I sighed as I watched him go, such loneliness and maturity. I didn't know what happened to him that allowed him to be like an adult but I saw a fighter within him. He might be hurt temporary, but he'll get back on his feet soon. I didn't have to worry about him; at least I didn't want to. We'll probably never see each other again after this.
I caught up with him as he grabbed my hand with his left, pulling me so I walked along side with him toward Seto's office. I gave a small smile. I might not be the one he wanted me to be, but I can be someone who he can depend and lean on for now. Maybe I should have a little chat about him with his brother too. Since we are going to be screaming at each other's throat anyway, why not have one more subject we can yell at each other for?
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Well, Elle seems to be no longer pms-ing, but how long will that last? What's going to happen when Seto and her meet? Read the next chapter to find out. However, please review so that I'll know what you think of this story. Once again, thanks for reading!.
